#and we don't have the patience to learn it for a drabble

[theconceptofkidney]

Wei Wuxian wonders how he didn't notice before. It's true that he didn't know about these things back then, but couldn't he have noticed something was off? "Wei-xiong, I…" Huaisang fiddles with his fan. He makes as if to open it, then closes it. He looks to the table, to the window, to his fan. "I don't know." They hadn't seen each other face to face since Wuxian came back. He's had his suspicions, yes, but he hasn't been able to confirm anything. Could it be that Huaisang knows? "I…" He finally looks at him "I really don't know." He has no eyes.

-- From an early reconstruction of Wei Wuxian's thought record

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

V ║Raw Edge

Joel Miller x F!Reader

{ Part IV: Notch | Behind the Seams: Part V | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E, a proper E!

Summary: One lazy afternoon, Joel tests your patience.

Warnings: Sexual tension, some language, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, flirting, fingering, explicit grinding, shy!reader, reader has a nickname related to her job, soft!domestic!Joel, no use of Y/N

Word count: 2k

Notes: It's been a long and winding road y'all, but I'm finally back with an update on the main series. It is a short one, more of an interlude, but it will get us where we need to go for the next chapter. Thank you for your patience, I don't take you guys' understanding and love for granted for even a second. Releasing this during the Seams sleepover, more drabbles coming your way for the remaining month of March!

Raw edge - the raw, raveling, and unfinished, cut edge of the fabric.

It’s fitting that Joel is a patient man. He’s built for it, after all.

Those broad shoulders, the sturdy thighs, his sure hands - he’s steadfast as the mountains that loom over Jackson.

As the sun shifts over the ridges and valleys of the sierra through the seasons, bringing shadows into light, so does Jackson on Joel, and you learn that he’s many kinds of patient.

On lookout duty, even in the depths of winter, he becomes one with the stillness of the night, patiently watching over the safety of the town in the loneliest hours.

When townsfolk stop him on the high street for neighbourly chit chat, he obliges with polite patience, never rushing, but careful not to encourage conversation that is longer than necessary.

With Ellie, when she prattles on with a long-winded story from school, he listens with amused patience, letting her run her half-full mouth over dinner with half-hearted admonishment.

And with you - he is agonisingly patient with you, and yet, never in a way that leaves any doubt of his want for you.

You cannot be more grateful.

And in turn, you’re patient with him. As the green of summer softens with the tail end of the season, you pick up bits and pieces. You hear whispers of names. Tess. Bill. You glimpse ghosts of his past. Sarah. Frank.

You don’t expect him to, but you have the audacity to hope, that one day, if he finds it in him to let you in, you have shoulders to spare.

When the heat fades and the brisk autumnal chill starts to linger in the morning mist, you start to find that you like it when he’s not patient.

Not necessarily for the lack of patience thereof, but the fact that it’s worn thin by something else.

The way heat bleeds into his eyes when Lucy holds you up after your shift ends, fingers twitching, as if the caveman in him wants to grab you and drag you home, where you have planned on dinner - and more.

When you’re two bodies tangled in your sheets, breath short as he kisses his way down your neck and nips the underside of your breasts, bra cups pushed up only halfway because you’re still too shy to take it off completely. You feel him shudder, nails digging into your skin, nostrils flaring like he’s holding back from ripping the scant fabric off of you.

And late one evening, when you ask him for it, in heated whispers and your lower lip caught in your teeth, he oh so patiently works his fingers inside your wet heat - 

One, then two; 

Slow, then fast; 

Tender, then frantic - 

Until he feels you clench tight around the crook of his fingers for the first time, watch you arch clean off the bed, he bares his teeth and lets out a primal growl at the cry of his name on your swollen lips.

You find the thrill in getting under Joel Miller’s skin.

As the fall deepens, and trees start to shed in golden surrender, you’re caught off guard when he turns the table on you.

You don’t see it coming, your desperation, that lazy afternoon. It’s just another Saturday when Ellie is on her shift at the Outfitter with Lucy, and Joel is spending those free hours with you.

You’re not sure what got him into the mood, but the man is relentlessly teasing that afternoon, almost bratty in the way he toys with you. His hands go everywhere while you’re cooking, squeezing the swell of your ass then going north to cup your breasts, and stopping off everywhere in between.

Tips of your ears burning, you smack the back of his hands - so big and mapped with veins - just so you can get drain the pasta. Joel chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth. ‘I like it when you’re bossy, sweetheart.’

He insists on eating on the sofa, with you between his legs, and you can feel him already hard and straining through his jeans. Neither of you really make a real go at the rapidly cooling marinara, and the plates are quickly pushed to the side as them meal degenerates into a full-blown make out session.

Not yet ready to let him strip you bare or for him to disrobe him completely, clothes hang half unbuttoned and unzipped on you both. The part of your brain that still has enough blood to reason likes it though - the demure flashes of skin under creased fabric, blindly touching and feeling where you can’t see.

Your jeans are pushed halfway down your thighs, bra pushed down under your breasts, the elastic straps digging into your shoulders. His shirt is open down to the second last button, bare chest rubbing against your nipples, the contact making you whine. His belt hangs open and his jeans are unzipped, but before you can reach down, his fingers slide inside your panties, twisted and sticky, teasing your wet folds. 

‘Joel,’ you whimper as he pushes two thick fingers inside you to the knuckle, your pussy slickly opening around him. 

‘Does that feel good, sweetheart?’ he asks, mouthing at your collarbone.

‘More,’ you gasp.

‘I got two in you already -’

Your voice cracks in a sob, your nails digging into his back. ‘Joel, I want more. Please.’

He glances at the clock ticking away on the wall and hesitates. The rational part of him knows that he has to leave in less than twenty minutes to pick up Ellie. But feeling you leak onto his fingers, pushing your hips against him to get his fingers even deeper, his cock twitches painfully hard in his pants.

He breathes through his nose to steady himself. ‘Sweetheart, we don’t have time -‘

‘Joel!’ you whine, almost petulantly.

He stares down at you, eyes wide at your desperation. He’s never seen you like this before, and fuck, he wants to give it to you. Wants to give you what you want, what he wants. What he’s wanted for long fucking months, woken up hard and throbbing dreaming about. But he steels himself - no, not when he’s on the clock, he won’t rush it. He will give you what you deserve, and not an ounce less. 

So he kisses you, long and deep, and bargains with you. ‘Listen, sweetheart, we can’t right now - but if you want to, we can try something new.’

‘Ok,’ you reply without hesitation.

A sharp breath catches in your throat when he eases his fingers out of you, and he brings them up to his mouth to lick them clean, his brow furrowing at your taste, thick on his tongue. Then you watch, transfixed, as he pushes his unzipped jeans down with his boxers, kicking them off his ankles - and his hard cock springs free of its confines. 

It’s taken you many months to drum up the bravery to map his body with your touch, and you’ve mostly done so in the safety of darkness, your shyness holding you back. To see all of him, jutting hard and thick in the stark afternoon light, you don’t even hear yourself whimper at the sight.

Joel holds your gaze as he slowly wraps his fingers around the swollen length and strokes himself, lips parted, watching you watch him. ‘You trust me, sweetheart?’

‘Yes.’

‘Gonna make you feel good, ok?’

His words make you squirm beneath him. ‘Ok.’

Grabbing the base of his cock, Joel shifts, looming over you and pushing your thighs apart so they’re bent at the knees to accommodate him. Then with a delicate finger, he traces under the seat of your panties and pulls them to one side, baring your spread pussy to his eyes. 

Your jaw goes slack the same time Joel bites out a filthy fuck. You know this is the first time he’s laying eyes on you there - you’ve been demure about that, preferring to be nose-to-nose with him while he buries his fingers inside you. But now, watching his eyes go black, nostrils flaring, an inexplicable high goes to your head, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

His eyes fly to yours, and your lips part. Did he see that?

Before you can find out, Joel moves, and you hold your breath when he bows his head right where your legs are splayed open. Distracted by the beautiful chisel of his nose from this angle, you would’ve jumped right off the couch if not for his hands holding you in place when he dribbles spit onto your clit.

You cry out wordlessly, not understanding the visceral reaction of your body to the unexpectedly lewd act.

‘You’re plenty wet for me sweetheart, but this will feel even better,’ he says, spitting again, lower this time, and you tremble at the unfamiliar sensation of the wetness trailing down your folds. 

Tracing a thumb over you, Joel makes a low noise of satisfaction in his chest when it glides over your lips, frictionless. Taking a hold of the base of his cock, he positions the underside of his length in the seam of your folds - and thrusts. 

‘Joel!’ you whimper as the full length of him glides over the lips of your spit-wet pussy, from entrance to clit. He braces himself over you, and you hang onto his impossibly broad shoulders as he carefully rolls his hips, again and again. Rubbing along you just so, making sure you feel all of him despite not being inside you - that will have to wait.

You can feel your panties getting wetter, sticking to your skin, and Joel jolts a gasp from you when he roughly tugs the fabric hard to the side, baring more of you to his drunken gaze, witnessing the mess he’s making of you.

‘Listen t’ you,’ he slurs through gritted teeth, the lewd, wet slide of skin filling his ears. ‘Gonna sound even sweeter when I make you mine, sweetheart.’

With a whine, you arch off the couch, as if chasing the possessiveness in his words. Joel finds a rhythm that has the swollen head of his cock grinding against your clit with every thrust, and above you, he smears open-mouthed kisses over the secret spots he’s patiently unearthed by trial and error, until you’re shaking all over. It’s just what you needed, what you wanted - the elusive more that you didn’t know how to articulate. More than his fingers, but not yet ready to take everything that he can give you.

‘You’re close,’ Joel says, a quiet confidence to his verdict that coaxes a whine out of you. Holding a thumb over his cock, it presses even harder against your clit. His hips quicken in pace, and you know he’s chasing his own release as much as yours. 

‘It’s ok sweetheart, you can let go, let me feel you cum for me, let me feel that pretty pussy -’

And then you’re gone. Any illusion of control over your body is just that, an illusion, when the bubble bursts. White hot pleasure burns through your bloodstream, tendrils of heat blooming and swelling from deep inside you, spilling out your fingertips twisted tightly into his graying curls. 

Over the rush of blood in your ears, you hear Joel stutter fuck, fuck, fuck! before warm cum gushes over you, pooling in your belly button, spilling down your pussy and streaking your thighs. 

Limbs heavy and eyelids drooping, it’s hard to care when the cum stains your panties or the couch below. Not when Joel wraps his arms around you, lips brushing the nape of your neck softly as he brackets you from behind. 

Clinging onto the last vestiges of consciousness, you murmur, ‘You have to pick up Ellie soon.’

He grunts. ‘The little punk can wait.’

You smile, struggling to feel apologetic that the teenager might be waiting a while as Joel’s breathing slows, whistling softly by your ear. 

In the quiet aftermath, his words echo in your head. 

When I make you mine. 

Little does he know, he doesn’t have to - you’re already his.

Notes: Time has really flown by since the last main series update. I've gone through so many ups and downs since, and I really need to thank you guys for giving me the time to figure things out in terms of my writing and how this story will go!

As I mentioned in Behind the Seams: Part V, I have 2 more full length chapters planned for the main series. I don't know if there will be any more after that, but at the very least, I hope that I will be adding to the Seams universe through drabbles and oneshots. I wouldn't write off the possibility of more chapters to add to the main series if I find the inspiration.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter ❤️

[moonstruckme]

What if you wrote something with like... Poly EMT marauders or poly doctor marauders.. with a reader who is a type 1 diabetic, but is horrible at managing it. So like... Their omnipod or dexcom expires and they just don't realize it. As to why? Idk, like they're forgetful or maybe they were just diagnosed with it recently? Whatever sounds more interesting to you lmao

Thanks for requesting! Funnily enough I got this request the same week my uncle was in the icu with a blood sugar of over 1000 (the highest the paramedics said they'd ever seen!) so this was one of the only emt marauders drabbles I've ever done where I didn't actually have to do a bunch of research because I already knew about it haha

cw: diabetes, reader is impaired/faint, mention of needle

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 628 words

The television blurs in front of you. You have the vague impression that you used to know what was happening in this show, but now you can hardly tell one character from another. A hand touches your face, sweeping hair away from your eyes and scratching nicely at your scalp. 

“Getting tired, dove?” 

You hum. 

“Want to go to bed early?” 

“I think I could sleep here on the couch,” you admit. 

For a moment, there’s no reply. You feel the couch shift, and then a hand is gently turning your chin, directing you towards three concerned faces. It always makes you shy, being at the center of their combined attention, but right now the usual effects don’t feel as intense. 

“Are you feeling okay?” James asks you. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

Later, you’ll learn you’d been slurring terribly. 

“Where’s your phone, baby?” Sirius starts looking for it as you try to recall. He finds it before you can, clicking it open and tapping at the screen until he finds what he’s looking for. “Her blood sugar’s at 300.” 

Remus’ brows push close together. “How’d that happen, hm?” he asks you. The sleeve of your pajama top gets pushed down. “Where’s your pod?” 

You blink, working hard to remember. Sirius gets up from the couch. “It’s…I don’t know. It expired,” you say. 

You hear the sound of the freezer opening, and a shrill beeping fills your kitchen. “Found it,” says Sirius. 

“Fucking hell, you’ve got to stop putting it in there.” Remus sighs, though you don’t think he’s really angry with you. “I heard it earlier, but I thought I was going mental.” 

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you get a new one when that one expired?” James asks. He rubs your calf from further down the couch, infinite in both sweetness and patience. 

“I was going to. I forgot.” You’d gotten distracted with something or other, dishes that needed to be done or something outside the window or an attention-deprived Sirius calling you from the next room. 

“You can’t just forget, silly girl.” Sirius gives your knee a mean (loving) squeeze as he sits down again. He sets a new omnipod on the table, filling it expertly with a syringe of insulin. 

“Do you have a swab?” Remus asks, and Sirius hums, passing him one. “Thanks.” 

Remus cleans off your arm, using one hand to ensure you’re still while Sirius gently presses the new omnipod to your skin. He runs his fingers around the adhesive a few times for good measure. 

“4 units, yeah?” James asks, thumbing something into your app after the others agree. You wince when you feel the needle, still not used to it, and he makes a sorry sound. Presses a conciliatory kiss to your knee. 

“There you go, babylove.” Remus sits back against the couch cushions, a tension you hadn’t noticed before dissipating from him. His hand finds your hair, carding through the strands close to your scalp. “You’ve gotta start taking better care of yourself. We can help if you want us to, but this is important, yeah?” 

“I know,” you sigh, leaning against his shoulder. “Sorry, I just forget.” 

“We’ll help you remember,” James offers in his easy way. 

Sirius nudges both you and Remus over so he can squish in on your other side. “Can’t believe we were about to go to bed with you sky high.” He pokes your thigh. “That wouldn’t have been very nice to wake up to tomorrow.” 

Your heart heavies, thinking of your boyfriends panicking and you nearly comatose in bed the next morning. “I’m sorry,” you say again, meaning it. 

“It’s alright, dove.” Remus drops a kiss to your hair. “We don’t mind taking care of you. We’ll help you get the hang of it.”

[emeraldserenade]

Imagine Joaquin Torres reactikb when the reader has minimal self preservation skills

Self Preservation Who? ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Joaquín is worried about your reckless actions

tw: fem!reader, a little angst, fairly new relationship, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! I hope you like this!! I had a dream about Danny last night and I was so sad when I woke up and realized it wasn't real. Kinda wanna use it to write something.

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Joaquín Torres was in love with you, smart capable you. Yet, you seemed to have a death wish. You were so smart and you proved it, but you were constantly testing Joaquín's patience. You put yourself in danger seemingly without realizing you were.

Joaquín knows what happens when you act without knowing the full consequences, he some some permanent damage to his torso from his own actions. So he was worried when he saw the way you threw yourself into action.

You weren't hurt, by some miracle, but it still scared Joaquín. "You can't keep doing that," Joaquín told you as you both got comfortable on the couch.

"I didn't even get hurt," you brushed it off but Joaquín wasn't having it. He had been quiet about it since he met you, but this was the first time it's happened since you two had gotten together.

"But you could have," Joaquín said, turning the TV off.

"It's not that big of a deal," you tried to downplay it again.

"It is, it's a big deal because I care you. I love you so much that seeing you in any danger hurts. And I know that's our job, so I don't try and change that. But you throw yourself in these dangerous situations without a second thought, it's like you don't know the meaning of self preservation," Joaquín told you and you froze as you stared at him.

"I'm not used to this, to having someone who cares," you confessed. "I'm so used to being alone, not having someone to come back to, that I don't even think about how my actions can hurt another person," you admitted, looking away from Joaquín. "I don't mean to hurt you, I just don't know how I'm supposed to be a good girlfriend when I'm so used to being alone."

"You don't need to know how to be a good girlfriend right away," Joaquín told you. "But can you at least promise to try and think before acting? To try and not put yourself in unnecessary danger?"

"Yeah, I will. I'm sorry for scaring you," you told him, voice small.

"Angel," Joaquín opened his arms and you automatically threw yourself into them. "I'm sorry for not talking about this sooner," Joaquín mumbled against your head.

"Guess we both need to work on not being alone, huh?" You joked, effectively lightening the mood.

"Yeah, and we'll work and learn together," Joaquín kissed your head as you two slipped into a nap.

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[capesch-arts]

The King's Joy

(Richard Joy centric drabble)

Tw: implied transphobia, slight described gore.

"UNACCEPTABLE! COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE!"

There he goes again, babbling like a complete idiot.

"We need to- what the hell are you doing?!"

"Watching how well you've handled things on your end since my father's departure from this world, dear uncle. Have to say, not impressed"

"We are in a crisis! And you dare fool around while our master demands us of-!"

Oh. Don't cross it.

"Don't. Use. Our lord's name in vain, uncle. Your position as High Priest is unofficial. You're only here because your better half had suddenly passed away and you saw fit to take his title, unworthy as you are"

"UNWORTHY? Boy, if you don't shut your mouth, I'll -"

"Or you'll what? As far as I'm concerned our King has no interest in a talentless pathetic second son who leeched off of the wealth and gifts bestowed upon HIS chosen. And may I delightfully remind, that YOU lost his HEART to a couple of nobodies, nonetheless. At the very least my father dealt with more formidable nuisances, you lost to two ordinary people".

"Listen here you INSOLENT-..."

Here we go...

"... CHILD. I have been working alongside your father for YEARS! I am more than capable of leading us towards our goal! Our FUTURE!-"

I should gut you here and now.

"-I don't need the lectures of a confused lunatic!- *GASP*"

"Do you really want to cross that line, uncle? I have no qualms in ending you right now. Just one swipe and the knife on your neck would cut and paint these floors in stark crimson. And you won't be missed whatsoever. The only reason you're alive right now is that The King wishes it, not because he wants to, but because he is merciful. But, that mercy is starting to fade with your apparent incompetency. Did you think that I came all the way here because I want to follow you? Please. I'm here on the behest of our Lord to ensure that the rest of you don't fall short.

Tick tock, uncle. The King's patience for you and like-minded followers is thinning. Now, get out. The King calls for me, and I doubt he'll be happy to see you."

*stuttering* "You- I- Fuck-!"

Spineless fuck. All of them.

My Joy

Oh, that voice. That sweet sweet voice.

"My liege, Lord of Carcosa. Him who must not be named. Lord of Interstellar Spaces. The King in Yellow".

I'm pleased that you've arrived. I trust that your loyalty and service to me is unbound.

"Yes, my lord. Anything you ask of me, I will ensure it be done"

So, why is it that it took you so long to come and join the rest of them here? Have your faith wavered?

"No, my lord. I've taken initiative to learn about our foes before-"

Perhaps you thought that my satisfaction with you allows you to be bold and arrogant. Should I remind you of your place?

"Forgive me, my lord. Please, if I am unfit to be yours then I welcome your wrath and justice. I will die with content."

Hehehe. Delightful, my joy. Your devotion is needed. Amongst these fools who are driven by greed and desperation for my grace, you are a beacon. In time, you will not only be my eyes and ears in this plane of reality, but you'll be my golden tongue as well.

"Thank you, my King. Thank you for mercy"

Now, please. Continue. What have you discovered?

"Our foes. Their names are Peter Yang and Arthur Lester. Both are private investigators who reside in Arkham. Nothing of note from them aside that they specialised in missing person's cases. Why they stumbled upon your heart, My King, was complete coincidence. They were looking for Roland Cummings, but instead they discovered my father and the book."

What else have found about them?

"That they are very acquainted with one another, so much so that Arthur Lester allowed Yang to raise his daughter together. They're practically family".

Perfect, Richard. Perfect. And I trust that you know where they are?

"Their pattern, where they frequent, everything. Should you give the word, I'll strike them down and claim what you've desired."

Please.

I want it to hurt.

Yes

I want them to suffer both body and mind.

YES

I want you to kill and carve Arthur Lester into a wonder of blood and carnage. And as his daughter sees her father's fate, her screams of dismay and sorrow would haunt Peter Yang with drowning guilt and nightmares. And finally, finally, you'll do unto him with the same courteousy as you did his partner. Make it a tragedy, Richard.

"Oh... My lord. I thought you'd never ask."

[moonknixght]

Jerk [Marc Spector x GN!Reader]

Summary: Despite having plans for a date with you after meeting with his ex-wife, Marc seems to have suddenly gone off communication, leaving you to be a bundle of nerves until you decided to call him. Heavily inspired by episode 3 of scenes from a marriage. Word Count: 2k Warnings: Angst with no comfort !!!!!!!!! foul language, Steven cameo (that's a sweet surprise than a warning), no mention of jake A/N: Gosh! I apologize for being super late with this one,, this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away lol. And I'm a little rusty with writing atm, so don't look at me if the writing feels a lil wonky. though, Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated! PS; The ex-wife mentioned in this is NOT layla its some other lady because we love layla in this household

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

The drawn out rings of the phone was slowly aiding to a upcoming migraine as you paced between rooms, silently praying that you would get an answer to your frantic texts. A rather uneventful Friday night that you expected to spend with the person you were recently seeing, an unpredictably mysterious man, had come to an abrupt stop.

There was a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector; and that was okay, because it was just the process of 'getting to know someone' was, right? Sure, You had rambled your head off on the first date, all which he listened carefully; but with Marc, you never felt the need to push information out of him. It was like befriending an fragile animal that takes time to trust, but the epiphany that comes after is unexplainably amazing.

Growing from acquaintances to actually seeing each other and looking forward to spending time as a couple was unrealistic, which was why your entire relationship was so fascinating. The patience of talking things out was a quality that you both shared; likely being the reason of such a bond with each other. If anyone would listen, you would never stop talking about how perplexing that was.

As you both started building a line of trust, You came to learn that he was divorced and was in the process of sorting things out with his ex-lover— which, of course, you were fine with. And today, he had mentioned about her coming over, which you were also on board with. But with the plans that were arranged for today still being overdue and Marc falling off the face of earth, you couldn't help but feel.. jealous? worry, even?

It was exactly why you were frantically texting your boyfriend, questioning on where he was and if his ex-wife had taken her leave. The only response that you received was being left entirely on delivered, adding fuel to your already anxious state. You felt like you were just being extremely clingy— and that they were probably still talking.

Your gaze travelled to the clock. 15 minutes to 1 am. Holy fuck. Had you really been texting him for over an hour? Had it been over two hours since you had set your dinner table, waiting for him? The latest that Marc had promised he would be was by 10:30, so it was just utterly ridiculous that it was past midnight and he was still unresponsive.

Swiftly grabbing the unopened bottle of wine kept on your table and making it to the couch, You set your phone down on the coffee table as you took a swing of the drink. It was crazy how this entire thing had gotten you so riled up, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were head over heels for this guy. So committed infact, that you were desperately checking on him for the past two hours; that you haven't even had your own dinner yet. One last call. Maybe he'll pick up.

That was the words that your guilty conscious prompted while you sat in the uncomfortable silence, eyes falling on the phone that lay discarded on the table. Obviously, you were going to feed into your thoughts. Of course you did.

And much to your surprise, it only took three rings to connect to the voice that you were just waiting to hear— but it didn't take you long to notice that it came off in a growl, much to the contrast of the soft spoken tone that Marc usually carried.

"Marc?" "Hey." You let out a sigh of relief, shaking your head ever so slightly at your own frantic actions. Atleast he was doing okay. "Are you okay? Where have you been? I've been—"

"Good. Uh, yeah, but listen, it's not cool to, like, bombard me with messages."

There was a short pause where you sat slightly bewildered. before you felt yourself sink into the seat, like a child who had just been scolded. Even with guilt creeping up, You wanted to still defend your own case, which was the endless worrying you had endured for the past hour, waiting for anything from Marc. Just a simple notice to cancel their date for the night or even to say that he was okay. But instead, You were simply left in the dark.

"Because you were supposed to call me, Marc."

"I told you, I'd call you when she left." "Oh, so she hasn't gone yet?" "No, She hasn't. She's still here." Sipping from the glass of wine and setting it onto the table nearby, your mind was quick to rush into many conclusions, but you kept your mouth shut. Whatever they had to discuss must have been really important. "Isn't it late? How are you both still talking?" "No, She— She's in bed." An exhale could be heard from the other end, as your brows furrowed. In bed? Marc lived in a single bedroom, so did that mean he was taking the couch? But before you could even question it, it was like the male at the other end had almost read your mind, because he immediately cleared your doubts, Albeit, you would have wished he never said anything. "..My bed." Oh. Feeling betrayed and lost would be an understatement of how you currently felt. Confused even, to some extend as a steady silence began to occupy the call. You weren't quite sure how Marc wanted you to respond to that. Did he want to hear you weep from the other side? Or be upset at him? Maybe even yell a few select choices of words for wasting your time? But instead of any of that, pure silence rang through the call and if it weren't for Marc checking if the call was still running, he would've thought you hung up. "Hello?"

The feeling of being let down was coursing through your veins at this point, making itself obvious with the lump that grew in your throat and how you stiffened up in your seat. You weren't sure what exactly to feel, a floodgate on sadness and anger opening like it was a pent up dam that was released. You sniffled quietly, trying to bite back the tears that were pricking at the corner of your eyes. It was unfair how distraught you felt. Another audible exhale could be heard, before you heard Marc's voice again. You weren't even sure why you felt like crying, but it was clear that this wouldn't end well. "Look, I'm suggesting that we should take a break because this is just not.. Not working out right now." "When did it work out, Marc?" "Wh— What are you talking about?" "I said." You spoke, recollecting yourself in a suspiciously gentle manner. "When were you not trying to use me as a way to move on?"

It was his turn to grow silent, and that was pretty much the answer you needed. To think that you gave him the chance, thinking that maybe this time around you could actually be with someone who cared— There were no other words to describe what you've been this entire time. You were foolish. "Goodnight. Sleep well." You'd be lying if you said that you didn't still want him to come back to you. Justify himself properly. Say that this was all some sick joke. But you were also aware that there was probably nothing that would save this. Still, You stayed when he spoke up again, for whatever reason. "Stop. Just Listen. This doesn't have to be.. what you think it is, I just need time to collect myself and honestly, I've been feeling for a while that—"

The urge to laugh was overbearing, and you didn't hold back. "You're so full of shit, Marc." Anger was finally settling in before the male at the other end could even respond to your words, but this wasn't about being courteous anymore. It felt like if Marc had cared for you even a little, this wouldn't have happened like it did. "Own up to what you're doing, asshole. I know you like to evade your responsibilities but just for once, if you have any respect for me, stand up like a man and say it to my face so I can just accept the fact that I've wasted my time and effort on you."

"Okay, Let me stop you here before you say anything else that you're gonna regret."

"No, fuck you. The only thing I regret is thinking that you actually cared enough to be with me. Turns out, your only concern is keeping yourself occupied and acting like you don't give a shit about everything that leaves you. You're a selfish prick."

"Fine. It's over then."

"Good. Lose my number and Have a good fucking night, Spector." The call was immediately cut, and so was the brightness of the candle that you had lit earlier by the dinner table. The dimness eased your volatile temper, but it bought the dejection and uneasiness that had failed to show up during the call. There was an option for you to cry it all out, but for reason, you didn't. A soft sigh escaped your pursed lips as you rubbed your eyes. Maybe you'd end up bawling your eyes out about this when you were nestled into the cold embrace of your bed.

You didn't even feel hungry anymore; so shoving the pasta that you had cooked hours prior into the fridge and cleaning up, you tried your best not to think of everything that just happened, which was difficult in it's own volition. It was just a few dates, so you were technically the one in the wrong for letting your guard down so easily and falling for a man who barely talked to you. That conclusion stung a little, but it helped you feel better as you picked up your phone and the bottle of wine again— too exhausted to take off the gorgeous outfit you had picked out for the night as you opened tinder; trying to scroll away like you were gonna move on.

—

On the other side, Marc had made the mistake of pacing through his room as he made the call, biting his cheeks as it reached it's abrupt and upsetting end. Guilt did lace his features, but reminding himself that this was the last he would ever hear from you made the circumstances a little less horrible. Glancing at the phone as his thumb hovered over your contact, He heard a meek voice call out to him. Not that of his ex-wife, but that of Steven's— who had seen everything from the reflection of the mirror that Marc found himself standing before. "Marc.." The reflection called out to him, a clearly disappointed expression lacing his features as he tried to find the words to even begin expressing how regrettable this would be. Steven didn't have to elaborate, though, because in the few seconds that Marc met Steven's concerned eyes, he knew this would just add into the contrition that already plagued his mind.

Marc tore himself away from Steven who made a lowly attempt at trying to reason with him; walking back to where he had just been previously. It was because Steven knew, and so did he, that he found what it felt like to be loved again through you. But he was undeserving of it. With everything he has done and all the secrets that he hid, he only deserved the toxic relation he had with his ex, which atleast kept his needs at bay; a fair trade for all the arguments he had with her. You were right about him being a selfish jerk. Though it was for all for the wrong reasons.

[reidsworld]

Masterlist (a-z)

navigation - rules

Aaron Hotchner

Unveiled Secrets - Fluff The BAU team has a sneaking suspicion that their stoic leader, Aaron Hotchner, is in a relationship, but they don't know the extent of it.

Disobeyed Orders - Angst, Fluff Being married to your boss has its complications, especially when you have a habit of ignoring orders. Requested.

Elijah Mikaelson

In the Arms of Eternity - Angst After holding your dying body in his arms, Elijah realises what he has to do to protect you, even if it means breaking your heart in the process. Requested.

Hugh Jackman

Beekeeping Age - Fluff Who knew having a crush on your best friends dad would turn out so good? Requested.

Logan Howlett

A Different Kind of Training - Smut When sparring with Logan turns into something more.

Winter’s Constant - Hurt/Comfort, Fluff You have always dreaded winter, every year it’s a challenge just to make it through the day. Except this year, things are a bit different with Logan by your side. Requested.

Patience Wears Thin - Smut Logan’s flirty behaviour has you thinking he’s just being sarcastic. But when his attitude changes and his grumpiness intensifies, leading to him avoiding you, you confront him, only for him to finally snap. Requested.

The Time We Have - Angst, Fluff Logan struggles with the fear of dying and leaving Laura alone, but meeting you helps him find peace. Set in an AU where Logan does not die at the end of Logan (2017).

Beautiful Tragedy - Angst Set in late 1800s London high society, Logan Howlett falls for a woman who is off limits, resulting in what can only be described as a beautiful tragedy. Part 2.

Out of Control - Hurt/Comfort Logan helps you learn to control your powers. Requested.

Cinnamon and Whiskey - Fluff Secret Santa and tipsy flirting with Logan at the X-Men Christmas party. Requested.

Drabbles

Giving old man!Logan head

Giving him head pt. 2

Headcanons

Birthdays - Fluff

Mini-Series

Scars of Time For decades, Logan and you have been each other’s sanctuary in a world that never offers peace. From a fateful encounter in a dive bar to a life together at the X-Mansion, your bond has weathered countless trials. But as Logan’s once-impenetrable healing powers begin to fail and your own abilities start to drain you, the stakes grow perilously high. With your love on the line and survival in question, can you both endure the ultimate test of sacrifice and devotion? Or will the scars of time finally come to bite you in the ass? Requested. Ongoing.

Max Verstappen

Baby Fever - Fluff Max gets a case of baby fever after seeing you with his nephew. Requested.

Spencer Reid

Parties - Smut Spencer, Reader's boyfriend, gets jealous of the Readers family friend at a party.

[loganwalkerz]

Thank you @delta-06 for permission to drabble this.

Bondage with Russell Adler, X Male Reader. NSFW.

Adler is a big tease is what you've learned over your relationship with the CIA agent, he's cocky and confident. You know he's also loyal in a way so when it came to him talking about tying you to a chair you didn't think too much about it! You've tied up Adler before and you both had a blast so there was no worries right? Wrong.

Adler turns out to have many different plans for you, ones he didn't disclose until you were already bound to the chair set up in the middle of your warm bedroom. Legs spread apart your cock standing at attention as he slowly rubs a thumb over the tip

"Such a cute thing aren't you?"

He grins to himself, not expecting an answer with the gag in your mouth. He can tell by your whines and the soft look in your eyes you are pleading for more but he isn't feeling very merciful at the moment.

"So needy..guess we gotta teach you patience right?"

Adler mused as he rubs a hand down your cock, palm barely touching your dick the pressure wasn't enough for you to get off but definitely enough to arouse you. He continues this movement just slowly moving up and down barely letting his skin make contact with your cock, watching the way your dick twitches with need

It's a adorable sight in his eyes, seeing you bound up and needy. And the sight was all for him to drink up, no one else getting this glass of wine as he presses a teasing gentle kiss to your tip reaching to slowly pinch your nipple

"Don't whine sweetheart, you want to behave right? You want to be good f'me?"

Adler coos in a almost mocking voice as his fingers wrapped around the base of your cock slowly pumping giving you the pleasure you'd been desiring. But just as soon as you began to get close to the edge his hand is gone leaving you bucking your hips against the air.

"Tsk..can't have you ruining my fun so soon, right?"

He gave you his signature cocky shit eating grin as he gave feathery touches along the under of your cock the index finger rubbing slowly on your tip watching you gasp and buck for any extra friction. Only to be left empty handed as he turns to grab a few of the toys he had left out.

Your head is tilted back huffing through your gag, eyes glossy with tears as drool slips down your gag. your body jolting as the sound of vibrations came clear, head leaning to look at Adler with a pleading look as he begins to rub the vibe up and down your hard length

The pleasure felt so good, your cock throbbing as he stands behind you rubbing your nipple between two fingers whilst his other hand gently stroked the vibrator along your dick. Pressing it gently against your tip watching the way pre leaks out

"Such a messy boy, you'll have to clean that up later"

He sounded so smug being the one to keep you like this, bound and on edge. Letting him constantly be in control despite thinking you had some sort of power, oh how foolish you were.

And just when you nearly hit the edge again the vibrator was removed causing you to cry in the gag head throwing back against Adlers chest toes curling up.

"Please!"

You try to beg but it's muffled by the gag, the ball keeping you quiet as adler presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head grinning to himself. Admiring the way you wriggled in the seat

"Please what? You wanted to play didn't you? We are playing"

He hums as he presses the vibrator back on your dick drinking in the whorish moan you let out. Biting his lip as he strokes your dick with the vibrator making sure to pay extra attention to the tip and under the dick. Enjoying the way your back arched in the seat against the rope he had spent a good few minutes tying you in.

The red rope tied around your body keeping you pinned in the chair whilst showing off your luscious build. Loving the way the rope rubs against your nipples as you squirm in the seat

"How many times do you think we can do this? 4? Maybe 8, hm?"

Adler hums in your ear basically purring as your eyes widened shaking your head up at him, silently hoping he'll give into your pleas for once. And like before you had too much hope

Especially since Adler spends hours playing with your cock, watching pre cum leak onto the floor and your nipples become overstimulated. His own dick straining in his pants causing him to sigh having enough of all the games

He stands in front of you admiring the mess he made, your cheeks wet from tears and chin covered in drool. Oh it makes him so horny but he finally takes pity as he unbuckled his belt finally taking off his own clothes.

He unties you from the chair and manhandled you with ease onto the bed staring down at you as he pushes you into the mating press. Grinning at your hole as he rubs his finger around it slowly.sliding one inside observing the way you whine staring up with desire

"Shh pretty boy..you'll get what you want soon, I promise"

Adler huffs as he begins to move his finger slowly, then adds another..and then another. And once he deemed you stretched enough he grabs some lube from the bed side and covered his hard length in it

He rubs the tip at your hole letting it catch the rim a few times just to tease you before slowly inserting himself. making sure to keep an eye on your facial expressions adoring how fucked out you look despite just getting his cock inside.

He slowly goes in and once fully inside he'll wait to let you adjust to him, as much as he loves being cruel he also loves you and wouldn't actually harm you.

He huffs a little beginning to give slow yet deep thrusts listening to your moans becoming more high pitched, chuckling at the way your eyes roll back as he picks up the pace. The sound of his skin smacking against yours as he grunts lips parted one hand pinning you down whilst the other smokes a cigarette he kept at the bed side.

Adler makes sure to aim for all your special spots as he thrusts hard and fast watching the way you come undone on his cock grinning as he moves faster and harder.

Eventually when he feels the familiar squeeze he groans watching your dick squirt on your stomach as he cums deeply inside of you. Filling you up nicely

"Damn..for such a big cock it's quite useless eh? Just like Bell. Big yet useless"

Adler chuckles tapping your cockhead meanly a few times before slowly pulling out and blowing smoke into the air, sighing as he presses the cigarette to your thigh watching you wince as it burns out before he puts it into the ash tray

"Can't say you don't know how to please huh babe?"

He grins as he grabs a cloth beginning to gently wipe you up, your too cock drunk to actually do anything yourself as you incoherently mumble and nod letting him tuck you into the bed being pulled against his chest. kept warm by the blankets and his skin as he rubs your back watching you fall into deep slumber relaxed from the long session

Thank you again Delta for letting me write this!! I hope it met your standards!! <3

[half-dead-writer]

hello I am in fact not dead I've been sick and lacking the motivation to write but hopefully I'll get into the groove again, I got so many requests I'm itching to get done but no strength to do it at all grrrr at first I tried to write a drabble but it just wasn't coming out right so I settled for the short headcanons - as a bonus you can see what I wrote for it below

Kim Pine with a shy and nervous S/O

character: Kim Pine (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: 261 reader: gender neutral warnings: none

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

she thinks your nervousness is cute, to an extent

Kim isn't nervous or shy herself, but she can understand where your worries come from

if you're visibly stressed during a social gathering, she won't make a fuss out of it, instead taking you somewhere where you can cool off

Kim having the patience of a saint plays a big role in your relationship

even if you ask her a lot of times whether you done something wrong (whether it's an issue in your relationship or during an event where you're stressed about something you did during interacting with others) she'll always calmly reassure you and chase away your worries

that doesn't mean she won't be blunt about it, though

she will point out whatever you did right (or wrong) in her usual flat fashion

she doesn't mind re-explaining to you her logical reasons, as much as your anxiety makes you doubt her words

at the end of the day, she loves you, even if your confidence is lacking at times

if your love language isn't as open and not easily perceived, little gestures like holding her hand, staying close, no matter how small it may be - she sees it and appreciates you

the type to come up to the McDonald's counter and ask for extra fries they forgot to pack into your happy meal when you're too shy to ask for them yourself

will argue for/defend you if you need it, but also makes an effort to slowly make you come out of your shell, one step at a time

Seeing the look of pure passion on the drummer's face was enough to keep you occupied throughout the whole session of the band playing. You didn't wanna be a creep, of course, so you kept your staring at a minimum. You couldn't deny Kim held you tight in her grasp, though. She just seemed so cool. Somehow, her sarcastic remarks did not push you away, even if they poked holes in your already weak confidence.

Since you started working at No-Account Video, you made it your goal to get to know her better. Learning Kim was in a band was your best chance at showing your eagerness, as awkward as it was from your side. Your attempts at being social at work usually fizzled out after a few minutes, right after you used all of your small-talk dialogue options. Interacting with people didn't come easy to you, but you had to learn somehow, right? Thankfully, Kim accepted your request of seeing her playing live. Perhaps she took pity on you, seeing how hard it was for you to even utter the question.

The girl lowered her drumsticks, wiping the gathered sweat on her forehead. She grabbed the leftover soda from the nearby table, taking a sip. Briefly acknowledging your presence, she glanced your way.

"So? Do you think we suck?" Stephen asked, furrowing his brows with anxiety and hope, trying to gauge your reaction before you could even respond. He assumed the worst, per usual.

"I think- I think that was awesome." You hoped your smile, even if a bit shy, conveyed your excitement clearly.

"You don't have to be nice just because you don't wanna hurt Stephen's feelings." Kim commented with her usual flat tone, not bothering to sugarcoat her words. She knew they most likely sucked.

"No, no, I- I really think you're cool. Um, all of you." You clarified quickly, obviously overthinking your simple words.

"That's a relief." Her tone was ambiguous, most likely sarcastic, but somehow you managed to pinpoint a bit of sincerity in her words. Perhaps she did care at least a little bit of the opinion of her co-worker.

[rosedforbes]

made another drabble for my dearest @galvanizedfriend !! just like the other one, it's connected the Yokan's series THE WOLF on AO3!! this time, I'm bringing Kol + child!Eve to the table :)

DISCLAIMERS: Eve is NOT my character; English is NOT my first language; please, be nice 🙏

He misses being a witch with his whole being, would even trade a sibiling or two just to spend one single day with pure magic flowing through his veins again. However, he can't help but admit that being a vampire has its perks.

Most people only focus on immortality, conviced that the possibility of becoming as old as dirt really is the best part of being a vampire, but Kol has learned that it's more of a curse rather than a blessing, especially if you had to spend half of it closed in a dusty box. Some of them, the slightly smarter ones, believe that the strength and the speed are the real gifts of vampirism, alongside the over-developed hearing. It makes sense, Kol thinks, particularly for the ones who lived like a prey for all of their life, constantly devoured by the thought that their next breath might be the last.

But his personal favorite, the one that everyone seems to forget about, is the ability to get into someone's mind.

Truth is, it doesn't really work the way people expect it to, just looking in their eyes and – poof, I know that you think about your ex whenever you look at your new flame, Susan. No, it's a bit more complicated than that, but when you're as old as Kol, you learn a trick or two to make sure that even the strongest mind will fold at your touch.

Even though Kol is so fond of this little advantage, he never feels the need to use it with Caroline. Nobody does.

She is his favorite member of their twisty and cursed family — not that he will never admit it out loud, not to her, certainly not to Rebekah — but God, that girl could have a stake pointed at her big golden heart and she'd still be unable to lie. Caroline Forbes excels at so many things, but concealing her thoughts and feelings will never be one of them.

And that's why he's counting the minutes that will take her to walk inside his room and ask whatever the bloody hell she wants.

It was funny when he reached five minutes. A little less when he got to fifteen. Very annoying when he counted twenty. By the time the thirty hit, his patience was already five meters under the ground.

"Finally," Kol exclaims in relief as soon as she enters the room. "I was beginning to think that you'd forgot how a door works." he says, earning nothing but a dirty glare.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Caroline mocks, although he can see how she's trying to hide a little grin. "I need a favor."

Kol dramatically gasps, placing his hand on his chest. "You don't say! Color me impress-"

"Can you watch Eve?" Caroline cuts him out, not really feeling the need to listen to the rest of his mockery.

Kol stares at her for a minute, blinking repeatedly while moving his head a little to the side, like a confused puppy. "You waisted half an hour of your time just to ask me that?" He says, visibly impressed and annoyed.

Caroline huffs, fixing a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm sorry, it's just... I used to leave her at the camp with Mary, so she could go around and play with other kids all day and eat all the sweets she wants — even if they both deny it." She drawls around an eye-roll. "But since we got you all back, Eve has been reluctant to go there." She explains, looking at him with a mixture of exhaustion and...fondness.

Kol gives her a small, tight-lipped smile, with his eyes firm on his fidgeting hands.

He lied before. Caroline is on the podium, but she's not his number one of the family. No, that place has been taken by a little girl who made him realize that maybe Nik's mischievous grins, accompanied by a pair of dimples and witty eyes, are not so bad, after all.

Ever since they got back, his niece has been looking at him and at the rest of sibiling with a look full of curiosity and eagerness, like a kid who discovers that there are different types of chocolate and can't wait to taste them all.

The situation is still a bit unsteady and Kol is constantly busy doing something from dawn until dusk, but whenever he goes home to catch a moment and maybe grab a bag of B+, he always finds Eve with at least one of his siblings.

Of course, most of the time, it's Nik, and he really can't blame either of them. He would've never put his money on it, but Niklaus does make a great dad, although he knows most of the credits go to Caroline and Eve rather than his brother.

Still, if she's not with the brother with anger issues, then Eve is with the one with the commitment ones, making pancakes with more rainbow sprinkles than flour. They are good, and it always takes him a minute to debate if he should keep it to himself and not give Elijah his satisfaction, or if he should admit it to see a proud smile breaking through his niece's face.

If she's not making diabetes-azard-pancakes with that retired-looking-lawer, then Eve is with either Freya or Rebekah, playing with the light of the oldest's candles and giving opinions about some old fashion style with the youngest.

Kol knows what she's doing. She wants to compensate for the time they have lost together. It makes him joyful and bitter at the same time.

he snaps back to reality when Caroline starts to talk again. "Klaus and I have to go meet Bonnie to talk about some of the spells of the house, while Freya, Elijah and Rebekah are going on a journey to see another witch who thinks can find a way to make us immune to Marcel's venom." She rambles. "And besides, you two hadn't been together for a while. She misses you."

Kol feels a pang through his chest, looking at Caroline with guilty eyes. "I'm... sorry. I've never meant to make her feel ignored or disengaged, I had so many-"

"Kol," she says softly, showing him a comforting smile. "I know — Eve knows. I'm not blaming you, I just thought this would be an opportunity for you to both take a break and spend some time with her."

"I..." Kol gulps, trying to recollect himself. "Of course. You don't even have to ask, Caroline. You know I'd never say no."

Caroline sighs contently as she gently squeezes his hands as a form of gratitude. "Thank you, Kol."

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"You're thinking about it too much, Spawn. You're so focused on the words that you forget to actually put energy into it." Kol explains to her, looking down at the two leather cords.

How did he end up in this situation?

"Come on, Unc' Kol!" Eve whines. "You always say that your knowledge about magic is so vast that it would take you five lifetimes to write it all down!"

Kol keeps pretending to read the newspaper, a tactic that he had to muster to protect himself from his niece's puppy eyes. He has seen tons of them during his life, either on the face of his victims a moment before their last breath, or when his lovers tried to convince him to take their relationship to another level, deluded by the thought that they could change him, fix him. Ironically, both situations ended with Kol walking away from a corpse with a full stomach.

With Eve, though... He always finds himself incapable of not obliging. Kol really doesn't know how she does it. He's half convinced that Eve actually knows more magic than she lets them see, and she found a spell that helps her bewitch everyone with a single look.

"And I stand by that," Kol tells her. "But your parents are going to kill me if I teach you a new spell without their approval and supervision." He points out, and really, he can hardly recognize himself. He was never one to follow the rules — actually, more the reason why they were created, due to his wild and chaotic spirit. But now... He spent centuries trapped in a box, and so the last five years. He has no intention of going back in a coffin.

"Well, good thing you're immortal, then!" the little devil says, giving him a large, not-so-innocent smile.

Kol lowers the newspaper enough to show Eve his scowl. "You are hilarious, Spawn."

she huffs in defeat. "Please, Unc' Kol," she says in a sad voice, looking at him with those puppy eyes he tried so hard to avoid. "Just one?" She repeatedly flaps her eyelashes at him, just to give him the final blow.

Kol drums his fingers on the table near him for about a minute before sighting in resignation. "Fine, you win!"

Eve's anger brings him back to the present. "it's not my fault! These cords are broken!" she takes the latters in her firsts. "I told you we should've gone with the resurrection spell." She grumbles, giving him a pout.

Kol replies with an arched eyebrow, not falling for the cute scowl like he did for the puppy eyes. "And I told you I'm not teaching you any of that stuff until you're at least sixteen." he replies while taking the cords from her hands. "Besides, how do you think you will succeed doing a spell as complicated as the resurrection one, when you're having troubles with the basics?" He says to provoke her.

Usually, Eve is the type of person to always pick up a dare. Just like her mother, whenever someone tells her she can't do something, she will do everything in her power to prove them wrong. Most of them use this little trait of her for their own advantage — such as daring her to eat all the vegetables in less than fifteen minutes, for instance.

This time, though... Kol expected to receive a glare from Eve, followed by a performance of her rolling up her sleeves and getting ready to try again the spell; instead, she stares at him for a few seconds before looking down at the cords, her eyes brimes with tears.

Kol has been walking on this earth for longer than a millennium, but he never felt as much guilt as right now. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to sound harsh..." He coos as he covers her tiny face with his hands.

Eve sniffs while trying to take down a sob. "It's not fair! I'm trying so hard, Unc' Kol, I swear," she wispers the last words, and Kol is sure he heard his heart breaking. "But it doesn't matter how hard I try, I can't get it right! Is something wrong with me?" she asks with such a sadness in her tone that hits him worse than a white oak dagger.

"Spawn, there is nothing wrong you." He coos as he washes off a stained tear on her cheek. "Despite your uniqueness, you are still a young witch. I have met witches from all over the world, during different stages of their life, and trust me when I say that most of those of your age have troubles lighting up a candle. A linking spell is already hard for a seventeen years old witch, let alone for one who's seven."

Eve gently pulls away from him, rubbing her hands on her face to wash away the remaining of her breakdown. "Seven and a half." She mumbles, and Kol can't help but let out a low chuckle.

"Listen... let's take a break, mhm?" Kol says as he stands up. "We will get you a piece of cake, and then we will come back to chords. Deal?" He asks, giving her a little grin.

Eve is about to say yes, but she suddenly has a change of heart, narrowing her adorable eyes at him. "I want half a cake."

"You'll get diabetes, darling."

"Aunt Freya can cure me."

"It doesn't work like that."

"Fine. Then we'll call Aunt Bonnie, too."

"Won't make any difference."

"You just made me cry!" she protests, giving him a daring look. come on, she's saying, try to say no again.

Kol lets out an exhausted sigh. "Three pieces of cake. Take it or leave it."

His exasperation must be showing on his face, because Eve gives him a sympathetic little smile before nodding. "Deal."

He picks her up with the same ease he would use to lift up a feather, before walking in the kitchen while thinking about a way to blame on Freya — or Elijah, but that's plan B — the missing third of the cake.

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Kol felt something tugging down at his jacket just as he hunged up with Caroline. As soon as he turns around, he's welcomed by a very proud smile on Eve's face, accompanied by her little hands holding up a knot. "I did it! " she almost screams with excitement as she goes on her tiptoes to show him better her achievement. "I made the linking spell!"

Looking down at the jumpy young girl in front of him, so proud of herself and eager to see his reaction... it does some little tricks to his wicked heart. It's something completely new, Kol doesn't even know how to call it, or if there's even a name to such emotion. This thing inside his chest... it feels quite like pride, but it's not it. Kol knows that feeling all too well, maybe for the wrong reasons, but nonetheless, he's very familiar with it. This is something more. A mix of emotions that he has never felt since he turned into the beast he is today, more than a millennium ago.

He crunches down to Eve's eye level, giving her a knowing grin. "See? I told you, Spawn, you just needed to let it go. Feel the magic running through your veins, surrounding your body every single day." he tells her with a tone that is supposed to be comforting and soft, but judging from Eve's change of expression, he can tell she felt the bit of melancholy that accidentally slipped in.

"Unc' Kol..." She begins while looking down at the strong, knotted cords on her hands, as if she can't bear to look him directly in the eyes. "Do you think I'll lose it? The magic, the connection we have." She wispers the last sentence, almost like she's scared to jinx it.

"Of course not, Eve. Why would you?" Kol asks as he gently takes the tie from her grasp, an attempt to regain her attention back to his face.

"Mom lost it when she became a vampire. You did, too." she says as she switches her look back to him. "Will I lose it too, when I'll turn?"

That unknown, but not unwelcome, feeling he had before is suddenly replaced by something uglier, a storm of emotions he knows to heart, even though he has never shown it on the outside. Confusion, concern, panic, sadness. All of them are roaming free through all his body like it's a damn highway. Eve was talking about a deadly disease like it's just a band-aid a few seconds ago, giving it for granted. How did they come to this? how did she?

For the first time in his life, Kol finds himself at loss for words. Eve is seven, for God's sake. She's not supposed to think about this stuff. Hell, she's not even supposed to know. Despite his childish nature, Kol is not familiar with kids, but he's sure they're supposed to play with crayons and beg for candies before bedtime instead of worrying about the day they will die.

Eve, a child after her mother's heart, can't handle the silence very well, so she decides to take word after watching Kol's failed attempts to say something — anything. "I know what I am, Unc' Kol. I'm a tribid, which means I'm part witch, part werewolf, and part vampire. Now I'm just a witch, but eventually, I'll turn into the other two, too. I am fine with that — it's not like i can change what i am — I just... I don't want to lose this," she says as she lights up a candle near them with a flick of her fingers. "In the process." She concludes, looking at him like she's expecting something. Comfort, reassurance. A bunch of pretty, soft words that will put at rest her big heart.

It's not like Kol doesn't want to send away these demons that are roaming inside her thoughts, on the contrary. He just... refuse to lie to his niece.

Eve is the very definition of loophole. A child born from an original hybrid and a former witch who managed to cure herself and her mother while she was still in the womb. It's thanks to her if Caroline is still here with them, if those furries in flannels have the powers of a hybrid without the need to put an end to their pathetic life. You would expect that, with this background, she can survive everything. Always victorious, with zero defeats in her path. But the wicked truth is... nobody knows.

Eve has always been full of surprises, and Kol doubts she'll ever stop to leave them impressed, but that also means that they don't know how to protect her. Does she have a weak spot? All of the power she has, will it destroy her? do they have to keep living like this, in the shadows, to keep her safe?

He wants to cradle her between his arms, kissing her forhead, and telling her that she doesn't have to worry about anything. that nothing will ever be able to hurt her. that her magic will always be a constant. But he can't. Because he knows, deep down, that turning into a tribid — killing to be a werewolf, dying to be a vampire — is a matter of when, not of if. and the worst part is... a side of him is relived at the thought that she will turn into something eternal, immortal. And Kol is disgusted by himself.

What kind of person finds comfort into thinking that the sweetest girl to ever exist will turn into a walking corpse?

Kol's head is pounding. This is too much. it's not his place to talk about it, not before Nik and Caroline.

"Don't tell your mother, but I know where she hides the Froot loops," Kol says, a pathetic way to slip out of this conversation. It's lame, he knows, but his mind was still too occupied to put at ease those dark thoughts. "And if you ask nicely, I might give you more than one bowl." he offers as a little and playful grin, which doesn't quite reach his eyes, appears on his face.

Eve is silent for a few minutes with an expression he can't decipher,  no matter how hard he tries, before offering him an understanding smile. "Let's go, Unc' Kol." She says while taking his hand in hers.

He stands up and follows her to the kitchen, but his eyes are fixed on their jointed grip. Eve is actually holding three of his fingers, her little hands disappearing into his own. Kol wishes he could do the same with those worries that are festering Eve's mind. Just put them into his hand and make them... disappear.

[tragicallyuncreative]

happy thanksgiving 🎉 so grateful for all ur fics. can’t wait for next update 🥰

So I'm actually crying in the club this is so sweet. Happy thanksgiving <3

so... everyone say a big thank you to Mark at Best Buy (lol) for saving the day! On Sunday my laptop showed the blue screen of death and would not turn back on for anything. I panicked because a.) i'm in the thick of exam season and have years of nursing research/ study material on it and b.) all my writing was on it, including 7,000+ words of chapter 4 of ATEOTR and a lot of other drabbles and nothing was saved to the drive. I have been SO upset thinking i had lost it forever and there was no way i could replicate it, until finally the kind folks at Best Buy resurrected it and here I am! I don't like to use my phone for tumblr/ writing/ reading fics and reviewing so have some stuff to catch up on lol (aka reading the latest chapters from my fave @fangirl-docintraining )

Y'all are probably so sick of me saying this, but so close to being done with the next chapter and to winter break where i will have ample time to write. Thanks for the patience and continuing to hype me up because I have felt like my writing is blah lately.

Also have to say that the lovely musical cast killed it at the Macy's Parade performance! I felt like a proud parent watching all of them put on a hell of a performance despite the rain. Brody exceeded all my expectations per usual. I'm also still cackling because my dear elderly aunt watched it with me and upon learning he was my celebrity crush, referred to me as a "cradle robber" as she was under the impression that he is a lot younger/ a teenager. It took me nearly 10 minutes to inform her we are in fact in the same age range because i was dying of laughter.

I hope everyone had a lovely holiday and would love to hear about it in the comments/ any questions/ comments/ etc! I've said it before and I'll say it again- i am so grateful for this lovely little community where i can come ramble and be myself and have an escape from daily life. Y'all are the best <3

[spagyricqueen]

To my readers <3

TL;DR: I am old. I write old. My heart is squishy. Thank you for reading.

Always and forever, I want to thank you for reading my fic. I thought it might be fun to discuss it a little while I'm in between chapters. The beginning of this semester at university has taken much of my attention with a rhetorical analysis for English class, writing assignments for philosophy, Geography homework, and a digital media class that has readings and projects due every week. So my plate is a little more full than last semester. heh

In order to relieve my frustration at not being able to throw all my effort and attention into this next arc in my story, I thought it could be fun to share some of my musings here.

So I'm an elder millennial. I started writing fanfiction when I was 12 years old, when the only way to find it was on FTP servers in the early days of the internet. I was precocious and managed to get the attention of an English teacher who thought I was older, due to the nature of my writing (don't get me wrong, it was still juvenile, but I guess she saw potential in me?). Suffice to say, she was surprised to learn my young age. But I gained a mentor who gave me a lot of pointers and did exercises with me to practice dialogue and descriptions. I kept up writing up until my 20s, when life happened and other things gained my interest.

I was surprised at myself when I was inspired to start writing again, starting with the Astarion origin story (which, I stress, would really need some reworking as it is far from perfect). I found the character very captivating and ripe for exploration and study. Yet, the landscape of fanfiction has changed a lot since I last attempted it. I had no idea what a 'drabble' was, and realize that most people are interested in short-form, easily digestible works. And here I am, devising an entire epic and canon continuation with the caveat being to treat it as if it could be a published novel or series. My writing style is, I suppose you could say, classical?

In searching for fanfiction to read about this character, I found many of them focused on very specific things (vampirism, trauma, sex, et al). I was disappointed that many of them were in second person and present tense, both styles that I was wholly unaccustomed to reading. We all have preferences, and I completely respect that. I wanted to read novel-style work, and was found wanting (though if you have recommendations, I would love to explore them). So, as one does, if you can't find it - write it yourself! And I did. The story I'm crafting is the one I wanted to read, and I'm grateful that there are others who do as well.

I'm not after big numbers, truth be told, and I'm quite overjoyed when I get a kudos here and there, and especially when I see 'unreviewed comment' pop up. It's an unexpected delight, every single time. :)

So, why did I make him blind? How cruel, right? Well, there's a few reasons for it. He is a vain character, though I imagine that had tamed somewhat towards the epilogue of the game. He has trust issues. He has issues with seeing value in himself. As a character study, I thought this unique aspect might be interesting to explore in a character like Astarion. I wanted him to learn the value of insight, patience, and overcoming challenges in a new way that is not often explored. I also wanted to bring some awareness to disability in general. I researched the hell out of the subject, trying to impart the wisdom I gained through the writing. For instance, the 'Blindfolded Masquerade'? Yeah, don't do that. That's not a good way to foster empathy, and is actually somewhat belittling of the character's condition. A point that, I feel, was made rather clear by Astarion's response to it.

Writing a blind character is a challenge. I have to try to remember how to write descriptions from the perspective of someone bereft of sight, and focus only on touch, sound, and scent (not always with success, mind you). A blind character in a D&D setting, too, has unique aspects that can be inserted - from the mystical to the mundane. They can still have a high Passive Perception, but limited to sound, touch, and scent. Astarion has a dexterity score of 17 - that hasn't changed. In a medieval high fantasy setting like Forgotten Realms, this can be utilized in interesting and nuanced ways.

I made him too soft, maybe? Well, perhaps. But characters grow and change depending on circumstances. Astarion can be soft, and still be funny. I have a squishy heart, personally. I like soft Astarion. Someone else recently mentioned how his 'mask' fell away during the Graveyard Scene, and you see the real person behind the acerbic wit and irreverence. I understand masking all too well. Recently, I was diagnosed with autism (and no one was surprised, really). Imagine going through most of your life thinking you're the weirdo no one wants to be around, and you constantly hide yourself by pretending to be someone else - for decades. Trauma can do this too, so addressing that aspect of his character is important to me. He is soft now because people change, especially in light of challenges, experiences, and when someone shows them kindness and empathy.

I have been enjoying how my version of this character has evolved, and for those of you reading my story, I thank you for sharing in this same delight.

In conclusion, I wanted to assure you that the next couple chapters are being crafted with care. There is a plan being devised, plans being thwarted, and perhaps an interesting cameo to look forward to. I deeply appreciate your continued interest. Your support means the world to me. Thank you for sharing in this adventure with our beloved (former) vampire spawn arcane trickster rogue, Astarion Ancunín.

[edgessunflower]

(for drabble!) ❤️‍🔥💫 With Damian priest!!!

Oooh my favorite trope is showing scars! 🥺

Don't hide what I need to see

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: When you and Damian confess your feelings for each other, you show each other the secret you keep and what helped make him strong

You and Damian laugh as you walk in his house, deciding to have dinner and watch tv. The two of you had been friends since he was in NXT 5 months before being transferred over to the WWE roster joining him a few weeks later, you slowly realized the true feelings you had for him 8 months earlier after a year of the two of you being in WWE together mostly being solo wrestlers but the two of you were frequent tag team partners picking up wins together along with your own wins in individual matches proving yourselves as forces to be reckoned with and a damn good team whether it was the two of you together, both of you and a third person, even in a six person team the two of you played of each other well which built the chemistry between the two of you. You wince when you feel a sharp pain in your upper back from your exhausting match against Bayley "You okay? Did you pull something?" you shake your head as your eyes burn with tears until it turns to quiet groans when damian starts massaging your back helping you relax until you feel his fingers against your spine but also the scar across it making your heart stop "What is that? Is that..." you turn wide eyed feeling scared since the only scars he knew were on you was one on your arm, two on your leg, and one barely visible under your chin but you hadn't shown or told him about the others that you always kept covered up "I..I was going to tell you..." you sigh as you turn slowly taking your shirt off before grabbing shorts and changing into them before walking back out showing the scar on your stomach, chest under your breast, rib, and the three giant ones on your back hiding your face in your hands. "Don't hide what I need to see" he gently pulls your hands away before gently caressing the scars you told him about telling him how you got them before touching the one on your chest and looking at you with patience and care "I got that when I was 12 from bullies who jumped me" he slowly moves to the one on your right rib ending right next to your breast "That was when I was 17 from falling off a cliff on a hike" you slowly kept opening up as he traces each one learning each one, the one on your stomach from an emergency surgery at 20 from an ulcer, the first one on your back when you were 9 from getting hit by your uncle with a 4x4 board, the second when you were 19 from saving your friend from being raped, and the last one three months earlier on vacation when you got mistaken for another person and assulted by a drunk man feeling the weight of the world of your chest as he holds you in his arms before taking his shirt off and riding up his pants legs to show the scars he has gotten throughout his career and other events throughout his life. You wipe your face covering your upper body suddenly feeling the vulnerability in the moment before he gently grabbed your face and kissing you "I have loved you god since not long after we met" you both laugh sweetly before putting your shirt back on and going out together the next day and by the next week, the two of you were officially dating and the happiest you both had ever been.

[kazuyummy]

hi hi!! hope u are doing well<33 I’d like a matchup if that’s okay!

Fandom: haikyuu

matchup: impatient, funny, talented, polite

Drabble/detail: 🍊 orange<3

tysm and take as much time as u need<3!

hi hi hi so happy to finally be getting to yours ehehe! 😝

i would match you up with MIYA ATSUMU. i think you share some similarities that would work well - namely a good sense of humour and a focus on achievement & excellence. he can be impatient but also steadfast in seeing things through - so i'd describe him more as fast-paced, which i think you would come to appreciate. now where you're opposites is where it comes to politeness! he's brash and sometimes says the most uncalled-for things - so while you may be at each others' throats at first, i think you would come to bond over shared interests or experiences. in that sense, he could take you out of your comfort zone, and i think that you could help ground him without making him feel restricted. expect a lot of teasing and banter when you're with him - he'd love every second of it with you!

lil' fluffy drabble under the cut for you!

❀ LIKE AUTUMN

how atsumu feels for you is how he feels about autumn

and not in the way that everything dies and it becomes winter

no, instead - what began as a couple leaves floating gently to the ground became a flurrying storm of said leaves in the brightest of colours

in short, he's fallen for you

bad pun, right? well, it's what he says to you on a walk home from class, picking up the biggest, most colourful leaf he could find and presenting it to you

you cackle, taking the leaf and giving him a joking curtsy while he's giggling at how evil your laugh had sounded

the two of you had a bit of an unexpected friendship, but always seemed to be on the same wavelength - even flirting with each other, toeing unspoken boundaries

it was good fun for him at first - but when had it turned into something more?

he shakes the thoughts from his head,

"so? how's the new project you're working on coming along?"

you shrug, "nicely, i guess" - he always thinks that you're being far too modest

"what i wouldn't do to have your sort of talents."

"hey, like you're one to talk with volleyball! it comes from hard work, y'know?"

he smiles, knowing you're like him in some ways - driven in whatever you're passionate about at the time, learning quickly and always looking ahead & envisioning

you don't usually ramble with people, but with him, you're comfortable - he's lost in thought watching words fall from your lips with brightness in your eyes

"hello? earth to atsumu?"

he snaps out of his trance with a huh?

"always so impolite," you huff, "but i wanted to know if you wanted to watch a halloween movie tonight!"

he's surprised - usually he's the one taking initiative in asking you to do something.

"what are we thinkin', then? horror? nostalgia?"

"you pick the genre, i pick the movie?"

he nods in agreement, and in a moment of bravery, takes your hand

you're a bit taken aback, but when you give his hand a squeeze in return, a look of adoration crosses his face that you've never seen before. he grins,

"well, let's not be late to our date then"

ahhhh i had to do something with fall since you gave me author's choice and i'm feeling the vibes right now haha! hope you enjoyed and thanks for your patience! 🍂

read completed matchups here 💫

[fennectarine]

Introduction

✧│ Fen || Hobbyist Artist || They/Any || 21+

Hello and welcome to my page! My name is Fennectarine, also known as Fen. I am a hobbyist artist that draws a lot of Dottore, Pantalone, and segment OCs. Some of you might know me already from other social media platforms or from my segment OC, Epsilon (the one with the fluffy ponytail and a scythe). You may also have known me as my former name, Fenyxcantdraw. If you haven't seen me before then it is great to meet you! ^^

Due to the absolute dumpster fire that Twitter is becoming, I am exploring different social media platforms for my art. It has always been my goal and my priority to make friends with other artists and like-minded people, so I am hoping to accomplish that by spending a little more time here on Tumblr!

✧│ Art

I will be posting my art here now. I draw mostly full illustrations of single characters, but I do draw multiship content occasionally too (mostly dottodott and dottolone) as well as segment OC ships. I don't draw NSFW but some of my art can be suggestive, so please keep this in mind.

I do not allow reposts of my work, edits, or for it to be used for AI learning or for profit in any capacity. Usage of my art as a profile picture or banner is okay with credit.

✧│ Writing

I have always enjoyed writing and do a lot of it behind the scenes whether it be through roleplay or my own personal drabbles... I haven't had a platform in which to share that with people though, so maybe Tumblr will be my outlet for that, we shall see... If I do, please be advised that the majority of my written content will be suggestive or NSFW.

Other socials and more info:

https://fennectarine.carrd.co

I'd appreciate your patience as I learn how to navigate this website, as I have never been on it before, hehe....

Looking forward to seeing familiar faces as well as new ones~

Take care!

[dioriysus]

and shes studying something medical sciencey? like cmon... the parallels to my life cannot be stronger

i want stupid drabbles of her being late to labs/struggling to interact with the snobby stem student archetypes/hearing in on all the goss of friends' love lives while being too busy to lead one of her own (my projection here, whew)

steph procrastinating a lit review by taking up patrol on quiet/handled nights and somehow a key to a crime scene unlocks what she had been struggling with for her assignment sjdgfhjg .. the criminal she's got tied up goes 'you go girl.. go get that college education!'

omg or her trying the dating scene on campus but uni boys are all soo pompous and entitled and speak on things they'll never have to experience and that makes her introspect on all the things she's learnt/picked up over the years after being spoiler.. my baby finding her own girl community with babs and cass. she's so open to learning from anything and everything and she's open to granting people second chances, giving them the patience and compassion they themselves don't know they crave (ahem, damian). just a good woman

yeah we also need to see her getting into a verbal fight during a lecture bc my girl is opinionated and is from the part of gotham where they don't hold back!! i want to see more -stephanie brown- living her life as young adult pleeeeeeeeeejjj dc

i am so robbed of more stephanie brown college student content.. ik me and that girl are soul sisters so why does dc rob me of the opportunity to vicariously live thru her